A Daughter’s Revenge Episode 16
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🙎 A Daughter’s Revenge EPISODE SIXTEEN:
I finally located the room after wandering around for a while. It was a very big hotel. I opened the room door with the smart card. Behold, the room was a mini paradise. A luxury and executive room.
I called Oga Emma to inform him that I am in the room. He told me to feel at home and order whatever I want to eat or drink that he would soon join me. I had no appetite for anything. In fact, I was seriously panicking. So I didn’t eat or drink anything.
Moments later, I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and it was Oga Emma. I ignored him and went to have my seat. He stood at the door demanding I should come and hug him. I released a long hiss and I ignored him totally. I had a long face.
‘I know what your problem is. Just hold on. Let me show you that I am not here to joke’, he said and dipped hand into his pocket, then brought out his phone. ‘Call your account number for me’, he instructed me.
I did. In fact, I carefully spelt it out for him.
Moments later, I got the alert. He even added an extra fifty thousand naira to what we agreed.
‘It shocked you, right? That’s to tell you that I am talk-and-do. I am a cheerful giver,’ he said.
‘Thank you’, I stuttered.
‘Don’t mention. Let me shock you again, if you do me well, I will do more for you. I have môñéÿ, you know that very well. So impress me today and see wonders in your life,’ he assured me with his hands wide open begging for a rômàñtîç hûg.
At this juncture, I had no other option. I have to hug him. I have to keep to my own part of the bargain. So I hugged him.
You really need to see how Oga Emma magneted his body, especially that of his pregnant stomach against my body. In fact, he had already started ćàrèśśîñg and śmôôçhîñg me as if his wife had been starving him of śèxx.
‘Easy na. Is it a fight?’, I managed to voice out while disengaging myself from him at least to save myself from sûfföçàtîôñ.
‘Oh, sorry. Omalicha, I don’t know that I am śûffôçàting you o! Nne m, just that I am very hungry for you. I am sorry. Please forgive me,’ he apologized. You need to see how he was behaving like a little child. ‘Omalicha, I should remove my clothes or I should go and take my bath first?,’ he said while walking up and down amid confusion.
‘Whatever!,’ I yèłłèd at him.
‘Omalicha, please don’t be angry with me’, he said and ran into the bathroom.
Moments later, he ran out from the bathroom with just pàñtś and his sagging pot-belly. He rested his fat body on the bed while beckoning me to join him. A very îrrîtàtîñg and śtîñkîñg fat body he had.
Reluctantly, I joined him as I had no other option. This man started càrèśśîñg and śmôöćhîñg me like a hungry łîôñ. I had to cross my mind and dumpèd my body for him on the bed like a piece of wood for him to do with me whatsoever he so wished to. I had a long face. In fact, his çárèśśîñg touch was so îrrîtàtîñg to me.
Midway into the rómáñçé, he noticed how unhappy I was. Then he slowed down.
‘Omalicha, what’s the problem?,’ he asked in a soft voice.
‘Nothing,’ I muttered.
‘Nothing? That’s a lie. Something must be bothering you. Because I have been rómáçîñg you since and you are not reciprocating back. And you have not even removed your clothes.,’ he sighed. ‘Tell me, what’s the problem?’, he asked.
‘Nothing,’ i stuttered again.
‘Or is it because of the shortage? Tell me, how much is the shortage?,’he asked.
‘Four hundred and fifty thousand naira,’ I had to lie.
‘That is a chicken change. Hold on,’ he reached for his phone. ‘Call your account number for me,’ he requested.
I hestily did that.
‘I have sent you an extra two hundred thousand naira,’ he said while showing me the phone for me to confirm the successful transaction notification on the screen. ‘So the shortage is now settled. Now I want you to put on a smiling face and do me well. Look omalicha, I have móñéy. Móñéy is not the problem. As long as you are cooperating well, I will be doing you well. So pull off your clóthés and come to zaddy,’ he said while dropping back his phone.
On receiving the alert, I don’t even know when a smile was forced out from my face. Just when I was about to unbutton my clothes, his phone rang. He reluctantly picked it and it was a bád news.
‘What?,’ he screamed. ‘My warehouse on fîré? How? When?..’, he did end the call.
In a twinkling of an eye, he was fully dressed. Then he zoomed off with great speed.
Although, celebrating one’s trágédy or dôwñfàłł was not my thing, but in this scenario, I was very happy. I felt relieved when he left. He left even without saying a word to me.
I took a glance at my account balance to be sure that the möñèy had not vanished. Lo and behold, the śûm was still intact. It was a whole lot of môñèÿ I had in the account.
Immediately, I quickly arranged myself and left the hotel. I headed straight to Oga Mba’s house and cleaned up the whole place thoroughly amid joy and excitement.
One faithful bright morning, I was in the shop dusting goods when I sighted some men walking into the shop. At first, I thought they were customers but on the second observation, I realized they were uniform men.
Pôlice!
‘Police? What happened?’, I asked myself amid pàñîç.
It was when they finally marched inside the shop I found out that Oga Emma was with them.
‘This is the îdîôt’, Oga Emma said, pointing an accusing finger at me. ‘Arrest her’, he commanded.
To Be Continued..
Watch out for the next episode to find out what happened.
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